Apr 2020
If only it was sound you wanted
I would play you every chord
One after another in ascending scale
Left to right and right to left
As loud as I can make them
I never knew how to put them together
Into song...
I just wanted to make music for you
But like a child fresh to xylophone
I keep playing loud and hard
Left to right and right to left
Even after you've already
Left the concert hall
I would play you every chord
One after another in ascending scale
Left to right and right to left
As loud as I can make them
I never knew how to put them together
Into song...
I just wanted to make music for you
But like a child fresh to xylophone
I keep playing loud and hard
Left to right and right to left
Even after you've already
Left the concert hall
Yeah, it's another sad poem. At this point, every poem I have posted in the last week has been from this month and I am no longer digging through the archives. I can't help but sometimes feel reticent thinking about love and loss. Hope this inspires someone to play their chords in the right order :)
